I don't own Harry Potter, obviously, I mean if I did do you really think I would still work at kmart? No I don't own him.

Chapter One

Harry stared through the key hold of his cupboard, waiting in the dark anxiously for his uncle and aunt to go to bed. Harry, who had just turned six years old, was a rather small child, with dark hair, bright green eyes and a uniquely curious lightening shaped scar on his forehead. He looked the opposite to his blonde haired, piggy looking relatives. His behaviour was different too. Harry was a polite, quiet child, rather pleasant natured, though he could at times he could be a bit stubborn, short tempered, and let his curiosity get the better of him.

All of Harry's things were in his battered green backpack, including a picture he drew of him and his mum and dad. The teacher at school asked them what they loved and wanted most in the world. Most kids drew fast cars, robots, kittens and dolls. Harry drew his family, even though he didn't know what they looked like. His teacher, taking pity on him, gave him the biggest bright gold sticker to wear on his shirt. Harry wore the brightest smile he had in a long time, giggling when he received it, proud of his accomplishment. However this was short lived. Dudley, his piggy, greedy cousin, attacked Harry with his gang, and stole the star and ripped his prize picture up, instead wearing the star home to his mother and father.

Harry who was angry, very angry in fact, had repaired his picture using sticky tape, raced home after Dudley. Harry had just walked in the front door when he heard Dudley talking in the entrance hall.

"Look at my star mummy! See it I got it from drawing the best picture in the class!"

His Aunt Petunia began gushing and fussing over her son, while Harry stood there in a jealous enraged bitterness. He suddenly exploded,

"DID NOT! YOU STOLE THAT FROM ME!"

Petunia suddenly turned at him shapely, "How dare you yell and accuse Dudley of stealing!"

"HE DID!!!" yelled Harry, taking his picture out of his bag, "I earnt that from drawing this! Not him, he stole it."

Harry suddenly leapt up and grabbed Dudley's shirt, dropping his picture. Petunia rushed forward pulling the two boys apart, not before Harry had smacked Dudley in the face though. Although it wasn't damaging it looked rather red. Dudley instantly began crying.

"YOU HIT MY SON!" Petunia screamed, "You are grounded! How dare you, you bad, filthy boy. You are nothing but trouble. Now go to your cupboard, no supper."

Harry stared coldly at her, and bent down to pick up his picture, not before she saw it though. Her eyes narrowed coldly, "You are to get rid of that as well, it's a stupid fantasy because your parents are dead. We are all you have, so just remember that boy."

Harry stared, hating her for her words. Why can't I be loved? Special people are loved. The teacher at school says everyone is special. My mummy and daddy loved me, why did they have to die? Surely there must be someone who cares about me, Harry thought.

As a tear ran down his cheek, the glass on the main door shattered everywhere. Everyone gasped.

"What you do? You useless freak!" Petunia yelled

"Nothing, I wasn't near the door Aunty Petunia."

"Liar, It can't have happened on its own! Go to your cupboard this instant! You wait till your uncle gets home."

Sure enough when his Uncle Vernon got home, Harry received a smack on the bottom with his uncle's belt. Harry crying, sat on his small bed, in the little cupboard, hating his miserable existence, hating the Dursley's. His aunts words in his head "you bad, filthy boy", "you are nothing but trouble", "your parents are dead", "we are all you have" "you useless freak". Harry sat there tracing his scar with his thumb, trying to remember his parents and the car accident. Green light was all he could remember.

Are the Dursleys all I have? Harry thought. Why can't I have a real family like other kids, with a mummy and daddy? Why me? The Dursleys are mean, they can't be all I have. The Dursleys always call me mean names, like freak. Freaks belong in the circus, not that I have ever been, thought Harry, wiping tears from his eyes.

Suddenly his eyes widen. He had an idea.

It was now nearing 11.00, His Aunt and Uncle had gone to bed, while Harry had been waiting till snores could be heard to leave. Fortunately for Harry his uncle had forgotten to lock his cupboard. Harry put his large black jacket on, put his backpack on, and slowly opened the door. He snuck into the kitchen and grabbed some biscuits, but also Dudley's chocolate. Harry had never been allowed much chocolate before, so he took the whole lot, eager to eat it. Harry also looked in his uncles wallet he left on the bench, it had about 50 pounds in it, Harry pocketed it, looking guilty and nervous. He had never stole money before.

Harry quietly walked out, and heard a grunt. Harry paused, his heart bounding in his chest. Yet his uncle kept snoring away. Harry approached the door shaking, squeezing the handle, and slowly walking out the front door.

Harry felt the cool summer night breeze on his face, it was the feeling of freedom. Harry continued walking down the street, skipping every now and then. Harry kept walking for most the night, trying to get as far away as he could from Privet Drive. He was on the outskirts of the town by the time the sun was rising, and was very tired, dragging his feet forward almost. Harry was determined though, and had not run into any adults yet. Harry kept following the main road out of town, coming up with the story he was on his way to school if any adults approached him.

Harry who was very tired and thirsty, walked into a paddock that had a little forest in it, and noticed a stream. He sat by it drinking from his hands, eating a biscuit, finally leaned back and fell fast asleep.